I invite
old and weary
death,
into my home
every day.

Death is brittle
and non threatening.

Death sits,
and enjoys a
cup of coffee
with me as
death rocks
in my rocking chair.

We sat in
"dead silence"
and just sized
one another up.

After finishing
our coffee,
death wearily
rose its feet.

Death paced the
room for a moment and then
turned its back
to me and walked
towards my
front door.

As death exited
the threshold
of my home I....

I shouted out
to death,
"I guess that I
will see you again tomorrow?
I'll be sure to
have the coffee on".